Chapter 1805 (1/2)

Sal and the emperor have never met. When he went to the land of the dragon, the emperor was not born.

It's reasonable to say that there should be no Festival between the two, but if there is no Festival, how could the dark night shake its face at the first time?

Even Sal doesn't understand that.

After waiting for four hours in a row, a snow-white figure, surrounded by many undead, finally slowly walked down from the undead ship.

A white suit is better than snow. It's just the whiteness that makes the dead's originally gray skin more and more dim. Its delicate features are handsome and elegant. It's just the arrogance of the eyebrows and the eyes that makes people unhappy.

A group of high undead, after surging forward, umbrella, support left and right, all kinds of things.

Sal's mouth twitched after seeing the performance of Hell Night.

Who can I show such a big battle?

It's him, of course.

”Subordinate Sal, see your highness at night!” No matter how much emotion in his heart was suppressed, Sal knelt on one knee and made the most devout gesture when Shen Yanxiao came to the coast.

His highness is young and does not know him well. He believes that his highness is not an unreasonable person.

”It's hot.” A murmur sounded. His highness, who should have greeted Sal, frowned a little. He looked up at the sun in the sky, and didn't even give Sal half of the corner of his eye.

Sal's etiquette, just like that, was left behind.

”Your Highness, the sun is hot. This way, please.” Seeing that Shen Yanxiao treated Sal so coldly, the relatives and friends all laughed in their hearts.

They are afraid that Sal will win the powerful power and be valued by the Lord of the dead. What should they do if they let the emperor prefer him?

Isn't the whole wailing abyss Sal's world?